Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Russia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
The Remains,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.